Daily Blague

Is everyone having a quiet holiday weekend? Here in New York, we are wondering if spring missed its train, and, if so, whether we ought to wait at the station or go home until it's time to bring out the madras.

There was a simple reason for my not posting yesterday ("TTT" was written the night before, and postdated), but because it was a health reason, and because my fears proved to be exaggerated, I'll keep it to myself. But I couldn't really write about anything - except of course what was on my mind, and that wouldn't have been "writing about" anything, but just miserable babbling.

Today, je suis devenu un peu plus philosophe. (As M Portes says, "Il faut l'être." Can the pun with lettres be entirely coincidental?) I have spent most of the day either doing the usual Saturday housekeeping or working on our little dinner for tomorrow afternoon. The dessert will be a tarted-up version of the Famous Wafer chocolate icebox cake, which simply adds instant Medaglia d'oro to the whipped cream and a pile of toasted hazelnuts as garnish. I'll let you know.

But in order to have something to do when I sat down (right), I brushed off every page in Portico's Audience branch, fixing the little linky problems and backing each page with a very bleached snapshot from my archives. Can anybody identify the subject?